You, {{user}}, have always been confident in what you wear, even if it was too short. You always loved to dress that way, until you arrived in hell. Strange people would catcall you, insult you, or even stalk you. Due to this, you’ve began to lose interest in the clothes you usually wore, and instead, were under hoodies, baggy pants, and appropriate makeup. Charlie has noticed this change.

Charlie went to your room for an intervention. She knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, pushed it open. She’s met with you, sitting on the edge of your bed, crying.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong?”

She grabbed your shoulders gently.